Full-Time Mage: Starting with Gengar, selected for the National Tournament

Chapter 103 Mo Fan: I'm Eating Lemons

Led by the short man.

Soon, the group entered a stone cave located at the foot of a steep cliff near the Qinling Mountains.

Although in terms of combat.

The short man's skill level was really mediocre.

But let's just talk about finding a safe temporary cave.

He is very experienced and can be described as "efficient and professional".

The short man parted the weeds growing at the entrance of the cave.

His attendant Asin found a pile of wood and made a fire.

And at this time.

A light drizzle started falling outside again.

Mo Fan plopped down on the ground, grumbling, "This damn weather."

The burly man looked at Chu Ming with a serious expression and said, "Let's rest for a while, Brother Chu. Unless absolutely necessary, you don't need to summon your contracted beast and continue forward in the rain."

"Yes, I think so too." The short man and his servant Ali nodded in agreement.

After witnessing Chu Ming's strength, everyone regarded him as their "trump card".

Naturally, they didn't want Chu Ming to summon a contracted beast and expend his magic and mental energy just to avoid the rain.

"There should still be quite a bit of garlic left. Let's wait until the rain stops before we set off," Ye Mengli suggested.

"I'm fine with anything." Chu Ming smiled.

Inside the cave.

The campfire crackled and popped.

After treating their wounds and changing into dry clothes, Ali and Asin lay down on the dry straw to rest, looking exhausted.

Ye Mengli also changed into a clean purple robe and veil, covering her beautiful face.

He dismissed the two guards.

Ye Mengli took the initiative to sit down on the haystack next to Chu Ming, a charming smile on her lips, and said softly, "What are you doing in this land of the dead?"

"Let's collect the fires of the dead... and help with disaster relief," Chu Ming said frankly, then immediately countered, "What about you?"

"You have two mid-level mage servants with you and have also contracted a Night Knight. Your background is probably not simple."

Ye Mengli gave Chu Ming a deep look.

Seeing Chu Ming's honesty, she didn't hide anything either: "I'm from Parthenon."

"Tsk tsk, one of the world's eight major international magical organizations, alongside the Magic Associations of the Five Continents, a legendary sanctuary that supposedly possesses resurrection magic and represents the world's foremost mastery of white magic... Let me guess, you wouldn't happen to be the Saintess of Parthenon, would you?"

Having come from a prestigious family, Chu Ming was naturally familiar with this renowned international organization.

"Why do you think that?" Ye Mengli asked curiously.

"In our traditional Chinese stories, there are many fantasy tales where a beautiful young woman, traveling incognito, encounters a poor young man and ends up being kidnapped by him."

"And you happen to be wearing a veil, which fits the legendary saintly aura."

Hearing Chu Ming's connection, Ye Mengli explained helplessly, "Actually, wearing a veil is just a personal preference; you're overthinking it."

"That was just an example I gave, so you don't need to take it too seriously."

Chu Ming shrugged as well.

Ye Mengli rolled her eyes at him, then, thinking of the clichéd story in Chu Ming's example, suddenly asked, "If I were truly a saintess, would you, like that poor boy, kidnap me?"

"What do you think?" Chu Ming smiled, without giving a direct answer.

"I think you..." Ye Mengli frowned slightly.

But before she could think about it carefully, she wondered what kind of man Chu Ming really was.

Chu Ming, however, answered decisively: "I will."

"It would be a huge loss not to run away with such a beautiful and curvaceous saintess."

Hearing Chu Ming's blunt and vulgar reply.

Ye Mengli chuckled softly, her body trembling slightly. The trembling voice, a blend of allure and purity, stirred the imagination in the small cave.

The short man and Mo Fan both turned their heads, cursing inwardly. Their eyes met, and they both saw resentment in each other's eyes.

It's rough.

It's just that they're a little bit stronger.

Is she a little bit more handsome than him?

……

After a night of continuous heavy rain.

The rain finally stopped the next morning.

"We can continue our journey now!" Ali said, stepping out of the cave and urging the short man on.

The short man looked somewhat conflicted: "I think now is a better time to go back to the ancient capital than to go to Huacun."

"No," Ye Mengli objected.

"I really urge you to think this over carefully. Something is really wrong with this land of the dead. I strongly suspect it's related to the Abyss of Fiends. For your own safety, why don't you retreat first?" the short man tried to persuade him.

Ali shook his head and said bluntly, "Either we get going, or you get a refund."

Upon hearing this, the short man felt helpless and looked at his burly partner beside him.

He spoke in a firm tone in Zhuang language.

"No matter what, I have to go to Huacun."

"Yangyang Village is gone. I must find out why!"

Looking at the strong man's expression, the short man knew the other man's temper and felt helpless. No matter how unwilling he was, he could only grit his teeth and continue on his way.

"Go, go, okay?"

After traveling for most of the day, we finally got to the road.

This trip went quite smoothly; there was no rain, and we only encountered a small group of rotting corpses.

Under the cover of gray garlic.

The group safely passed through the horde of undead.

However, when everyone arrived at Huacun.

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

The short man and the strong man fell silent again.

The village path was a scene of devastation, with large numbers of wooden houses destroyed and pools of dark brown blood on the road.

But they didn't see a single person.

Clearly, this place has been invaded by the undead!

Compared to the silence of others.

After scanning the area, Chu Ming, prompted by Gengar, immediately headed towards a well in the village.

"What... what did you discover?"

Ye Mengli frowned, walked to Chu Ming's side, and followed him to ask.

"The well water here has a... rather peculiar smell."

"In short, those people are still alive!"

Chu Ming didn't offer much explanation.

Sensing the presence of the undead below, he called out, "The horde of undead has disappeared, come out!"

A short while later.

One by one, the villagers, soaking wet, climbed out of the well.

Soon, a young man with slanted bangs, soaking wet and looking like a drowned rat, climbed out of the well.

"Hong Jun?" The burly man's eyes lit up as he called out the other man's name.

"You are... Fang Youmiao from the next village??" Hong Jun blinked.

Fang Youmiao quickly asked, "What happened to your village...? Where did all the people from Yangyang Village go?"

"Don't rush, let's talk about it after the people from our village come out."

A few minutes later.

One after another, figures climbed out of the well.

Mo Fan and the short man were both dumbfounded and couldn't help but exclaim, "How big is this well? It must be big enough for almost a hundred people!"

soon.

When the last man and woman climbed out of the well.

Mo Fan stared at the figure, his eyes widening in surprise.

"Holy crap, Xiao Hou, you're actually here?!"

He rushed forward and embraced Zhang Xiaohou.

However, the other person looked blank and didn't react at all, as if they didn't recognize him at all.

Zhang Xiaohou's eyes remained fixed on the girl beside him.

"Hey... buddy, do you know him?"

Su Xiaoluo looked delighted and pointed to a large scar on Zhang Xiaohou's forehead, explaining, "He suffered a severe head injury and should have amnesia."

"Amnesia? It's alright, it's alright, as long as you're not dead." Mo Fan patted Zhang Xiaohou on the shoulder and laughed.

"Fu Da... oh no, Zhang Xiaohou, someone's here to pick you up." Su Xiaoluo's eyes showed some reluctance.

Zhang Xiaohou shook his head: "No, I'll go with everyone."

"Okay, let's go together then. Let's go home and pack our things first," Su Xiaoluo said happily.

"Okay." Zhang Xiaohou nodded vigorously, not even glancing at Mo Fan, and decisively followed.

Mo Fan's lips twitched.

What kind of nonsense is this!

I traveled a long way to get here.

Watching Chu Ming pick up girls has already made me incredibly envious.

As a result, even after losing his memory, that bastard Zhang Xiaohou still didn't forget to chase girls.

I'm eating lemons!

(End of this chapter)